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Zoro let go of Sanji's hips, watching as the man slumped to the floor, Zoro's now-flacid dick sliding out of him as he did so. He breathed heavily, his chest heaving as he leaned over the cooks's body to bite hard on his shoulder. Sanji shuddered slightly and let out a small moan, his body relaxing into the pallet beneath him. Zoro smirked. He was just as exhausted, but seeing his rival so wrecked after their activities always gave him a flutter in his stomach. He leaned back on his heels, wiping his own blood from his mouth. Sanji had elbowed him good in the middle of their fuck. Zoro still wasn't sure if it was on purpose or not, but he didn't care. Hot, he thought, looking at the smear of blood on the back of his hand.
He noticed Sanji pulling himself up, satisfied sighs escaping his lips every time he moved. Zoro tsked as he watched Sanji pull his tight fucking slacks on, leaving them undone around his waist as he pulled on his shirt and started buttoning it up. Zoro rolled his eyes, looking away and grabbing his robe.
They got dressed in silence, annoyance radiating off of both of them. They've been hate fucking for over a year now, and still couldn't admit why they keep coming back. Sanji told himself it was lust, pure and simple. Besides, he's wasn't gay, he loved women. If anything he was the straightest guy on the Sunny (author's note: no, he's not, that's Usopp) he just had some unusual kinks.
He could feel the stupid moss-eyes on him and a shiver ran down his spine, making something hot boil in his belly.
"Did you like it?"
The lazy way Zoro asked the question made Sanji stiffen. He slowly turned his head towards the alge, looking at him with dark eyes. Yeah... yeah, he did like it.
"Fuck you," he spat.
Zoro's eyebrow twitched and he looked toward the window in the cabin.
"We're docking next Saturday so Franky and Robin can get dinner," he said, low.
"Yeah, I know," Sanji muttered, fidgeting with his buttons. "I offered to cook for them, but they said I should make a meal for the love-sick ones,"
He meant Nami and Usopp, who were always missing Vivi and Kaya, especially around Valentine's Day. Sanji also meant Luffy, who wouldn't admit it but was still torn up about Ace.
"So, you have plans,"
The statement hit Sanji as if the mosshead had grabbed his collar and yanked him backward. Plans? What the fuck did he mean by plans? Sanji turned his entire body to look at Zoro, scowling. He was still only half-done up, his pants still hanging open around his hips and his shirt partially buttoned. Zoro's good eye flicked over his half-exposed body, obviously thinking about wrecking him again.
"What's that supposed to mean, moss for brains?" Sanji snapped.
Zoro scoffed and got up, his robe hanging around his hips like usual and making Sanji's mouth go dry again. Why'd he have to fucking look like that? Zoro got close to Sanji, looking up at the bean pole of a man.
"Saturday—after you're done cooking for the crew—you, me," Zoro clenched his jaw, "The witch said it's a big city. Meet me on deck. Sunset. Got it?"
Sanji stared, his jaw slack, at a loss for words.
"Got it?"
"I—" Sanji coughed. "Marimo, what are you—"
Zoro growled and stormed toward the door. "Forget it,"
"Moss—"
Zoro's hand stilled on the handle.
"S...sunset, Saturday, got it..." Sanji said quietly.
Zoro didn't turn around. He nodded curtly and left the cabin quickly without another word. Sanji stood in the middle of the shared room, eerily quiet now after their tryst. He tried to process what just happened and then aggressively put himself back together, smoothing his hair down in the mirror and slipping on his blazer. He made his way toward the kitchen, lighting up a cigarette as he went. He needed to think, and cooking helped him do that.
—
Sanji fiddled with the hem of the skirt he was wearing, feeling stupid. He looked at himself in the mirror again, taking in the oversized white blouse and cerulean a-line skirt he had borrowed from Nami. She and Robin had been more than happy to help style him. He didn't know why he asked for such a feminine look when they were planning, and now he was regretting it.
Admittedly, he did look good.
The blouse was tucked loosely into the skirt at his natural waist, creating the illusion of an hourglass figure with his surprisingly full hips. He'd never really noticed how his hips and ass had that shape, but it was obvious now. The blouse had the top two buttons undone and slid off of his left shoulder slightly. The suede skirt rested above his hips at the smallest part of his waist and hit just above his knees. He hadn't wanted to change his appearance drastically, so instead of shaving his legs, he had borrowed a pair of cream colored thigh-high socks and some black flats with a strap across the instep from Robin.
Nami had chosen his simple jewelry: gold, a delicate chain around his neck, thin bangles on both of his wrists, and a ring with a small blue stone on his right middle finger. She had also done his makeup, simple again. He had a little bit of winged eyeliner, mascara, and blush on. The brown color of the eyeliner and mascara made his blue eyes exceptionally bright. He liked that. Nami had also pulled a small section of his hair from the crown of his head into a tiny half-up style, securing it on the side with a small blue barrette. His bangs still hung down, covering his left eye.
He brushed his bangs aside, tucking some hair behind his ear as his eyes flirtatiously flicked over his reflection. Yeah, he was kinda hot, and he kinda liked it. His stomach twisted into knots.
"You look great, Sanji," Robi said from the bed where she was putting on some red lipstick.
"I look stupid," Sanji said. Feel stupid.
Nami pinched his cheek. "Hey!" She shouted. "I worked hard, and you look hot!"
"Owowowow—" Sanji squealed, squirming under Nami's pressure (he wouldn't dare to even swat at her). "Nami-swan, stop! Okay! I like it!"
"That's better," Nami said, releasing his cheek and crossing her arms. "Why'd you even want something like this if you were gonna hate it?"
"I said I like it!"
"On me or Robin,"
Sanji bit his lip, his left hand crossing over his belly to grab at his other elbow. He looked down and then turned back to the mirror.
"He..." Sanji spoke softly, almost too quiet for them to hear him, "He deserves a pretty girl..."
Nami looked at Robin, sharing a knowing, slightly concerned look between them. Zoro had said something similar. She looked back at Sanji.
"You look very fucking pretty, Sanji," Nami said, "But, I don't think Zoro's gonna care if you showed up in this or in your suit after a whole day sweating in the kitchen,"
"He only wants me for my body," Sanji was still speaking softly, looking intently at himself in the mirror. "I don't even know why he's doing this,"
Nami sighed, glancing at Robin again. They were both idiots.
"Don't worry about it, Sanji," Robin smiled at him. "Your main concern tonight will be making sure he doesn't get lost,"
"Shit, I don't even know where we're supposed to be going," Sanji muttered.
The ladies stifled their laughter.
"Don't think too hard about it," Nami smiled. "Didn't you want to pack a basket for you two?"
Sanji sighed. "Uh, yeah, I still need to do that,"
He made his way to the kitchen, pulling out the pre-made sandwiches and tart he had put together. Why'd he go through so much effort? It's not like this was a date or anything—mosshead had just asked him out... on Valentine's Day... no big deal... could mean anything. He opened the wine cellar and shifted around for the specific bottle he wanted. He didn't know how he had kept it from Mossy up until now—it was like the man was a bloodhound for booze—but it was probably the best sake Sanji had ever gotten his hands on. He turned the bottle over a couple of times, feeling the weight of it. When he had bought it, he knew it had been for Zoro. He didn't know why he had tucked it away. Maybe he had been saving it for a special occasion. That had been long before they had even started fucking, though.
Sanji sighed and tucked the bottle into the small basket, picking it up as he straightened his back. With the basket on the crook of his arm and his outfit, he felt even more effeminate. He took a deep breath, steadying himself. He hoped the blush Nami had applied hid the flush that was creeping across his face.
He turned when he heard a knock on the door.
"Sanji?" Nami smiled, peaking through the half-opened door. Sanji could see the sun setting behind her. He bit his lip, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. Now or never. He clenched his fist slightly as he walked toward the deck.
—
The sunset turned the sky a watercolor of pinks and oranges and casting shadows along the deck of the Sunny. Nami held the door open for Sanji, embarrassing him slightly. He thanked her with a blush as he brushed past. The sun cast its rays into his eyes, obscuring his vision, but Sanji could make out Zoro's shape, leaning against the railing just ahead of him. He swallowed as he made his way towards the man.
He stopped short when he stepped into a shadow. The second he got a good look at Zoro, it was like everything had frozen—time, the world, himself.
The man was leaning on his arms, looking out at the sea. The sunset caught his earings, making them sparkle, and his skin looked like bronze in the fading light. That wasn't what had caught Sanji off guard, however.
Instead of his typical robe and belly warmer, Zoro was wearing a goddamn dress. It was chic and black and so skin fucking tight Sanji could see every muscle in his fucking abdomen.
Sanji's hand flew to cover his nose and mouth, feeling a nosebleed coming on as he continued to take in the sight.
The dress had a halter top that went around Zoro's neck almost like a collar. His arms were bare, and his back and shoulders were completely exposed. The open back of the dress continued for-fucking-ever, ending barely above where Sanji knew Zoro's ass crack was.
Sanji tried to swallow, his mouth suddenly dry.
And the fucking slits. There were two slits on either side of the dress, exposing Zoro's incredible legs. The goddamn slits went too fucking far up, as well. They stopped literally at Zoro's hip bones. There was plenty of fabric to cover both his front and rear, but one wrong move would expose everything.
How dare he.
Three bangles were on his left wrist, two gold, one a neon green color. He wore slim, black combat boots with a gold charm similar to his earrings hanging from the loop on the back. His green eye flicked to the side when he heard Sanji let out a small, high-pitched whimper. He turned his body fully towards the love (sick) cook, a playful smirk on his lips. He leaned sideways against the railing, his other hand resting on his hip.
Sanji almost choked on the nosebleed and turned around to look at Nami with wide eyes. The fucking moss had a little bit of eyeliner on his bottom lashes, and a goddamn boob window. Was he trying to make Sanji pass out?! (Yes.) Nami handed Sanji a tissue, and he quickly whiped his nose.
"What, chef, already too bothered to look at me?" Zoro teased.
"Shut up!" Sanji snapped, turning on Zoro, "What the fuck do you think you're wearing?!"
Zoro's smirk twitched up slightly as he pushed himself off of the railing and fucking sauntered towards the cook. Sanji noticed the dark green leather harness on Zoro's right thigh that had his swords attached to it. God fucking damnit. Zoro was still a few inches shorter, but that didn't stop him from placing his big, strong hands around Sanji's slim waist and breathing against the skin of his neck, his lips brushing where Sanji's pulse was racing. Sanji felt so embarrassed. Nami was right there, and he knew the rest of his nakama were watching from somewhere. He squirmed under Zoro's touch.
"I'm giving you want you deserve," Zoro breathed into Sanji's skin.
Sanji stilled, his eyes flicking down to the green hair at his cheek. "What?"
Zoro leaned back from his teasing, looking up at Sanji's eyes now.
"Do you like it?" He whispered, as if he was afraid for anyone else to hear, "I asked Nami and Robin to help put it together..." his thumbs traced gentle circles on Sanji's belly, "Just for you,"
"Moss..." Sanji felt something new yet completely familiar flutter in his belly. His free hand gently moved to cup Zoro's face for the first time, his other lightly brushing Zoro's hip. "You look... fuck..."
Zoro's grin was devilish, his eyes fluttering in a flirty way as he looked at Sanji's lips. He knew he'd won the first round.
"You look so good, love cook," he said, a chuckle in his voice, "Who knew you could clean up like this?"
"You're one to talk, stinky mosshead," Sanji frowned slightly, "Did you even shower?"
Zoro growled and aggressively let go of Sanji's waist, grabbing the hand that wasn't holding the basket and squeezing tight enough to make Sanji squeak and squeeze back.
"C'mon, curly brows, and shut up," Zoro tugged Sanji down the gang plank toward the city.
"Whoa, hey, moss, where are we even going?" Sanji asked as he stumbled behind Zoro.
"You'll see," Zoro squeezed Sanji's hand, not too hard this time.
"No, hey, you're gonna get us lost—! Zoro—!"